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Who joys whene'er fhe fees me glad,
Who forrows when (he fees me fad,
For peace and me can pomp refign ;
Such the heart that's made for mine.
Whofe foul with, gen'rous friendfhip glows,
Who feels the blcffing ihe bellows,
Gentle to all, but kind to me ;
Such be mine, if fuch there be.
Whofe genuine thoughts, devoid of art,
Are all the natives of her heart,
A fimple train, from falfehood free ;
Such the maid that's made for me.
Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire,
Whom glittering fops around admire ;
Unmov'd your tinfel charms I fee,
More genuine beauties are for me.
Should Love, fantaftic as he is,
Raife up fome rival to my blifs,
And mould fhe change, but can that be?
No other maid is made for me.
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